reply to post by aboutface
I did not trust my government when I was a BOY, and I certainly do not now. Back then, it was because of that Milk Theiving Arch Cow (Margret "May
her soul rot in the bowel of hell for ten thousand eternities" Thatcher) and the utter bloody mess she made of the public services, like education,
healthcare, and so on. I looked at all of the crap I was bought up in, and the history behind it all, and found that the only way that things could
have been allowed to go the way they had, was a total animosity toward the people from the government. I will always seek to give as I have been
given, and so the only possible result of being part of a victimised sector of society (the poor) was distrust of government, its motivations, and its
actions.
This privacy issue has been boiling up for a long time, and the concerns that people like me had for YEARS before we ever heard of Echelon, or PRISM,
have been well and truely vindicated by time. Now, privacy is a dodo and nothing more. It is dead. What we do, what we say, where we go, what we like,
what we hate, everything is available to our governments, and from that system there is no hiding. Between credit cards, mobile phones and tablets,
and security cameras everywhere you look, the network of intelligence gathering can access us at any time, for any reason. Such a powerful tool in the
hands of an incorruptible group or individual would be a God send, but under the control of politicians and military intelligence figures, people who
have agendas beyond security, people who have power and covet it beyond all other concerns, people, the like of which have damned us all for fools
before now, and will do again...
Who can trust that? Who can have lived a life and have faith in a system like that? The intelligence that the networks absorb, is used improperly,
recorded spuriously, peoples privacy is invaded without cause, and without legitimate justification (as recent studies and reports clearly
demonstrate), and so this is not a time to celebrate privacy as a necessary part of freedom, but to mourn its passing, and circle what scant wagons
remain to us, around the scattered, scarred and broken remnants of our liberty.